Speech Bubbles
We run for the hills
We run like fools
The city is a-flame
the bells ringing
Devastation has come
Left in a station with a note upon
Now there's never any place
Never any place to put my feet back down
No, there's never anywhere
The scene is rolled away and lights are taken down
On a newspaper stand
Any feeble branch to put my weight back down
Will I lie to myself
Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down
Who will find a cab
in the pouring rain?
And who'll find a vein
to put the needle in?
And who hears that voice
It's like bells ringing?
and how will I know you?